Poetry

Like the Dawn You Come

Image: Unsplash/Jakob Owens

Like the dawn you come

my God

silently

nudging my fogginess awake

into consciousness

again

like the dawn you come.


Like the dawn you come

my God

slowly

painting my inner landscape

with colour

brushing away the dark

again

like the dawn you come.

Image: Unsplash/Hide Obara

Like the dawn you come

my God

faithfully

calling my wayward heart

home to you

again

like the dawn you come.

Like the dawn you come

my God

gently

opening the curtains of my soul

to new day’s light

again

like the dawn you come.

Image: Unsplash/Simon Wilkes

Like the dawn you come

my God

surely

gracing me to know

your Presence

again

once again

my God

Like the dawn you come.

-Sister Kathleen Lyons, csj


Original Space - A Poem

In the beginning was wholeness

and there was no beginning or end

only wholeness

and fullness of breath

which exceeded

the beginning of time.

 

Breath exceeded all measure

and was known

and was known and respected

as the one breath,

and was known

in the vast

expanse

and dark fullness

of original space.

 

This all took place

even before the formation of molecules

and in its own way

continues to this day

while holding us,

holding us at a distance

from fullest knowing

of that which is beyond time and space

the one breath

and sacredness

of original space.

 - Sister  Pat St. Louis, csj

 [Artwork and poem from Sister Pat St. Louis]

a Cree poem

With so much in our news these days related to Indigenous people, this little Cree poem brings an insightful story to our attention.  The brief, creative style, sites a challenge we all might share. A beautiful poem to share with friends!

- Sister Patricia St. Louis csj

The truth is

I have mud on my hands

from digging roots

 

The truth is

I brought them to you

 

It is the truth

I worked to get them

And complained

while digging them up

 

The truth is

Once I got back here

And saw your face

It didn’t matter,

 

that work

 

-          Cree poem.